life, apparently

What is this?
TheKid: baseball field














And this?
TheKid: baseball field













Ok, what is this?
TheKid: Mama's baseball field
(why, because it is pink?)










This?
TheKid: Charlie Brown Christmas Tree


















Finally, what is this?
TheKid: third base
(its always third or home, first and second base get no respect. of course, it is actually kitchen tile)

Where have I been, you ask? In a food induced coma. I eat when I am hungry or when I am particularly stressed. The academic job market lends itself to massive eating. The holidays make the eating particularly sweet and sticky. My pants don’t fit. I’m not kidding.

I’m in a funk of sorts. Now the average person might be jumping off walls, so happy to have the ridiculous number of job interviews that I have. I realize this. However, I am not average or sane (apparently). I have been reflecting quite a bit this week and have multiple posts twirlling around in my head, look for upcoming posts on:

1. the new daycare situation (short version: its not so great)
2. why my happiness and sanity are tied to some silly job (short version: perfectionism)
3. updates on the various job interviews
4. why my mother and I don't really get along anymore (short version: she was disrespectful/mean/or something to me when I was pregnant)